The spy (12)

My chest rises and falls as I lie on my back, wanting the world to freeze in this spot. It feels great not to worry about being caught, meeting work expectations, or having to live by the rules of society. Living without that worry is so freeing. I don’t have to explain to anyone why I have two naked men beside me, nor do I have to explain why I’m about to be fucked hard by two men. No one will be there to raise a brow at me or slut shame me. I do whatever I want without guilt.

My hands move without my permission and find their way to their naked chests, tracing and feeling the solid muscles beneath my fingertips. In a strange way, it feels safe and secure in a way I have never felt. I am a former special forces agent, and I have lived most of it in the trenches, anticipating the unthinkable. I have had to protect myself as well as those working with me. Right now, I don’t have to put that armor on. I am the one being protected. That right there feels good.

The silence stretches save for First Guy’s still unstable breathing. It is not uncomfortable. It is a silence that lowers the breathing and makes everything feel right. Everything except my throbbing core. I squirm at the discomfort and look at the two with pleading eyes. I am turned on to the fullest, but no one seems to help me out. Fine then. I will do it myself!

I lower my hand and place it on my lower belly, slowly feeling my tiny hairs as my hand moves towards the area of discomfort. My fingers spread my folds gently and trace my opening, gasping at the amount of moisture flowing out of me. I didn’t even know I could get this wet.

“Someone is getting impatient,” Thirst Trap whispers in my ear as his hand clamps down on my wrist, stopping me from touching myself.  His lips linger next to my earlobe, his breath hitting my most sensitive part under my ear. That doesn’t make things any better.

“Because none of you is doing anything about it!” I snap, frustrated at this little game they are playing.

“Oh, baby, good things take time,” he says with a chuckle. “We have all night to give you what you want.” He rises to his knees, crawls over to the lower end of the bed, and settles between my legs. He takes my leg in his hand and starts peppering it with soft kisses, working his way to my inner thighs. I hold my breath waiting for his mouth to finally get to the part where I want it the most. To my disappointment, he bypasses my center and starts working on my other leg.

“Fuck you!” I yell, squirming. Whatever he is doing is igniting the fire in me all over again, making me ache for him even more. It feels good in an almost unbearable way. I’ll call it a sweet torture if a word like that even exists.

“I’ll fuck you, alright?” He laughs at my outburst, the vibrations against my shin making my core tighten. “But only when the time is right.” He folds my legs at the knees and loops his arms under each of my thighs, locking me in place. “For now, just enjoy the moment.”

“AAAH!” I moan as his mouth finds my center at last. He licks it like he knows what he’s doing, sending sparks all over me. His tongue laps around my sensitive bean and then lingers at my opening touching the places I didn’t know would feel this good when touched like that. he doesn’t slide it inside me yet, but, boy, I’m dying for it.

He only touches the parts that are less sensitive and works on them delicately, heightening the sensations in places I am not used to. It is a lovely feeling, and the fact that I have to keep guessing where he will suck next adds a thrill to the experience.

But my inner walls grow insistent, wanting more than he’s giving me. I arch my back and thrust my hips forward, trying to get more pressure in the places he isn’t reaching. He slides his tongue in me so slowly that I can feel every tiny movement amplified a hundredfold. All my nerves are activated, and goosebumps rise on my skin from the vividness of the experience. He’s skilled at teasing and making my will crumble to dust, leaving me begging for more. I am at his mercy.

“Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

He relents to my pleading. My eyes roll back as he slides into me with a little more pressure, but still in slow motion like the first time. I tilt my head backwards and part my lips to allow uncontrollable moans to escape. My toes curl as he slides in and out of me with such skill that can rival the Greek gods – not that I’ve had sex with the Greek gods, but this is how I imagine it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I can no longer string a word. Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say.

First Guy finally makes a move. His mouth finds my taut nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth, lapping his sloppy tongue around it. His other hand cups my boob, playing with it like a squishy toy. The feel of his hands roaming over my body and the musky, sexy scent filling the room heightens my sensation. My core responds to everything, knotting with the pressure that has accumulated to its peak.

Thirst Trap moves his thumb to the hood of my sensitive nerves and starts rubbing it as he speeds up his tongue. That does it for me. The pressure that has been building explodes as I hit my high with an intensity that turns my vision white. Every muscle in me spasms, and fluids gush out of me. He continues to pleasure me as I ride out my high, licking me clean down there.